Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

Tangled Up

"Louis what are you doing here?" I asked trying not to sound too panicked.

"I wanted to see you, and of course spend some time with you." He gave me one of his signature smiles. Oh shit. Harry would be up here any minute and I didn't have time to come up with an excuse. As if things couldn't get any worse Louis leaned down to kiss me just as the elevator dinged, signaling someone was getting off. He took a step back, not quick enough though. Harry saw him standing close to me and I could see the suspicion in his eyes.

"What are you doing down here mate?" Louis gave me a quizzical look before turning to answer Harry with an easy smile.

"El thought Lani grabbed one of her bags, but I guess not." Louis said cocking his head toward me.

"I haven't seen it. If I run across it I'll text her. Have a nice night Louis." I said. I was hoping he got the idea and went back up to his room. I didn't need him being suspicious along with Harry. Louis winked at me before sauntering off to the elevators where he caught his ride back up to one of the top floors.

"So, you went shopping with El today?" Harry asked suspiciously. I slapped his shoulder and went inside my room.

"As a matter of fact I did." I dumped all my bags out for him to see. That's when I realized my lingerie so happened to be in those bags as well. I felt my cheeks turn pink as Harry grabbed a lacy pair of black panties.

"I think I like your clothes." He chuckled wiggling his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and snatched them away.

I internally sighed in relief . Thank God he wasn't visiting the topic of Louis being down here so late. I didn't want to have that conversation right now. I was so lost in thought I didn't hear Harry come up behind me until he had grabbed me up in his arms, bridal style. Oh my.

"We haven't gotten to spend nearly as much time together as usual, love." Harry whispered in my ear. I felt myself blush as I buried my head in his neck. He smelled like heaven. It was a mix of body wash, cologne, and just the smell of him was turning me on. Ugh. The effect these boys have on me is absolutely ridiculous at times.

He carried me back over to the bed where he had cleared everything off. He set me down, kicking off his shoes to join me under the covers. I sighed as he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me as close as possible against his body.

"Haz, what are we doing."

"I'm cuddling with you, what do you mean what are we doing."

I could feel the uncomfortable shift in his shoulders and the tension seeping into his body. He knew exactly what I was getting at. He hated to talk about any type of commitment as did I. But what we were doing was getting more and more serious every day. He was becoming a bit more jealous of the boys talking and spending time with me than any normal friend would. I had no idea out of all the boys he would be the one who would become so connected with me. I never dreamt I would even be in the same room with him anyway, but that's beside the point.

"You know what I mean Harry." I said as I turned on my side to face him. I stroked his check, running my hands through his curls. They were so soft. He let his eyes fall shut as I traced patterns over his neck and jaw line. I loved the way we were so comfortable together but I didn't want a relationship. Traveling with the band as a friend was hard enough already. Sometimes the publicity and tabloids could get out of hand. I mean, it's not like all of the rumors were lies but we didn't need the rumors to begin with.

"So, you bringing this up obviously means you don't want what I think I want." he whispered. I could see the slight pain in his features as he felt my rejection. I'm sure he hadn't felt rejection in over two years since him and the boys got their start on the X Factor. I let out a small sigh as he opened his eyes to fully look at me. I could see hurt plainly in his gorgeous eyes. Oh, those eyes. They are what drew me to him in the first place.

"Haz... It's hard enough traveling with y'all as a friend right now. What do you think would happen if the media, the whole world, saw us as a couple. I would be slaughtered in the press and you would have millions of girls hating you. I don't want to lose what we have but I also want to protect both of us." I let my words sink in. He knew I was right. I mean I cared for him a great deal but I also cared for the other four boys almost as equally. I don't think I could handle all of them looking at me with hurt in their eyes if I dated one of them. They had no idea that each one of them cared for me individually. I had been keeping this secret for months. Each one of them cared for me in a different way but even that made it difficult to be with any one of them.

He looked at me, knowing I was right. I could tell by the look on his face he didn't want to admit it.

"Well, then maybe we shouldn't be spending so much time together." he said as he got up, slipping on his shoes. I was dumbfounded. What the hell did he just say.

"Uh, what."

"You said it yourself, the media would slaughter you. Not to mention between me and Niall we are the most wanted guys in the band. My fans would hate you and go crazy over me. I mean c'mon. You know what I mean." Harry said all this with his back to me. He was stiff as he walked to the door. What the fuck was he doing. Seriously, was this some type of charade to win me over. He was being ridiculous.

"Harry, thats true but no one knows we are together right now. It's 1 in the morning."

"No, but Lou saw me come down earlier he may be suspicious if I don't come back. See you tomorrow at soundcheck, ..Delani." and with that he walked right out the door, slamming it behind him.
He didn't even give me one last look. He also called me Delani. He never once since we met called me Delani because he thought Lani was cute and meant that he had a claim on me. Obviously the other boys picked it up but he always commented how it was always his nickname for me. He was really pulling out all the stops. What in the hell was I supposed to do. If he started acting differently toward me all the boys would notice. I'm sure Eleanor would even notice. She always believed Harry had feelings for me. She would say "fancy" but we all know thats her British talk.

I layed back down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. What was I going to do. I couldn't let any of them know about the other. I don't honestly know how much longer I could keep up with this secret. It was becoming tiring. I was already looked at as a groupie in the media even though I met the boys through a mutual friend and we just so happened to hit it off. Hit it off exremely well actually. There was no way I could let any of them know. It would tear them apart and they were as close as brothers. I would just have to deal with it. Harry was going to be the hardest to deal with. His tempermental attitude towards me helped absolutely nothing in this situation. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and pretend it didn't happen.

I stayed up almost all night just going through a million different things in my head. I finally drifted off with a smile on my face with thoughts of Harry on my mind and the sun peaking through my drapes.